This is a song about "Come thru coppin shit with my johnny danng on aayyyeee"

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

I’ll forever be on that lavish shit, comin thru straight ravaging,

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get